Archibald.
I hope you’ve done right.
Grace.
Anyhow, it’s the end of everything—just when I might have started a new life.... I wonder when I shall have to go away from here?
Archibald.
Don’t put it like that.
Grace.
[Looking out of the window.] I thought I hated the place. It’s bored me to the verge of tears. And now I shall never again see the night fall on the park slowly. And I feel ... and I feel that with me, too, those great trees, and the meadows, and the cawing rooks have come to be part of my blood and my bones.
[The door is opened, and Grace gives a start and a little frightened cry. Helen Vernon comes in.
Grace.